Devil, Devil | LS

4. Act Of Humanity

Louis awoke to a throbbing head. The clothes he wore last night- which he cursed himself for not taking off- held him stiffly. He rolled slowly, careful not to scramble his already messy brain. He pushed himself up and tossed his legs over the edge of the bed. Louis whimpered as blood rushed to his head along with a nauseous pit growing in his stomach. He leaned forward, sticking his head between his knees.

"Go to the club, they said. It'll be fun, they said."

Louis glanced at the nightstand to see a mini bottle of ibuprofen- like those travel size packs picked up during a rushed errand. Normally they were in the bathroom medicine cabinet, so thank god for it being there at that moment. He shook out two pills and swallowed them dry. A couple minutes later, Louis mustered the energy to pull clean clothes from his dresser and trudge to the bathroom. He turned on the bath and set the knobs to a hotter temperature, placing his clothes on the counter. As he waited for it to finish, Louis brushed his teeth and undressed.

Once the water steamed, Louis sat in the tub submerged nearly all the way with just his nose and eyes peeking above the water. He wasn't sure how long he sat like that, but it alleviated Louis mentally and physically. Atleast until there was steady hubbub of pans and dishes coming from downstairs.

"Matthew, you barbarian," Louis huffed as he grabbed his phone beside the tub to text his friend.

To Matt: by all means make urself comfy but pls without so much noise bc pounding headache, medicine's yet to kick in

From Matt: ?? I'm home?

Matt didn't sleep over Louis' last night? That was odd, because they always spent the night together after clubbing to make sure each other stayed safe. If not the coworker, then who the hell was downstairs?

To Matt: uuuhhhhh /—: probs some ghosts haha

From Matt: Are you okay should I come over?

Louis shook his head, deciding to not worry the friend. He wasn't in the mood to act like a big baby and call Matt to the rescue. Even though Louis was honestly scared to check the apartment, he could handle it.

It took a painstaking minute to decide how Louis would confront the stranger inside, but by the time the water drained he knew what to do. Louis dressed as silently as possible- he didn't want to be noticed before getting ahold of them. He tip toed from the bathroom to his bedroom, grabbed the baseball bat from under the bed, then downstairs towards the kitchen. At that point, Louis' headache subdued as a result of all the adrenaline coursing through his body.

Behind the wall, Louis could only peek out so much to keep from being acknowledged. All he could make out was an outfit of black and white. The figure went still for a second, causing panic to surge through Louis, but faded when all they did was breathe deeply. Like the calm before a storm, he slowly turned the corner with wide eyes. Louis jumped out and swung the wood. It happened quicker than he could comprehend as emerald eyes and red lips caught his attention, and he couldn't stop his movement.

Louis yelped as the bat whacked against the man's palm... at least hands were less sensitive. It sounded painful, and the force could be felt from just holding it, but Lucifer seemed oddly unfazed. He offered no sign of suffering. Only a scowl.

The man plucked the bat from Louis' hands and sternly placed it on the counter. He clicked his tongue, "A basic hello, Lucifer would have sufficed."

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" Louis threw his arms out. "You can't go breaking into people's houses!"

"Are you serious or jesting?" The man turned back to what he was peacefully doing before having a bat swung at him.